Distracting me when I am writing.
That little, audible intake of breath when I place my hand on her thigh in the darkness of the cinema.
Kissing me to shut me up.
Calling me any term of endearment.
Putting my cufflinks on for me even though I am totally capable of doing it myself.
Buttoning my shirt...again, I am totally capable, but it is hot when she does it.
A carefully chosen word, whispered in my ear, at a family dinner, which will distract me the rest of the day until we are home.
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